A Sleeping Night...Or is it? (Closed/PM to Join)

[Aisling]

The air was cold and frozen, as Aisling huddled by the fire. She pulled her green cloak tighter around her as she leaned back on Faeon’s large white chest. She could hear his heart beat through the his thick scales. She envied how warm he could stay, while she literally was freezing in the cold air of the Spine. They had been traveling through the mountains for some time now, and the elf was loving the the nature around her, but nights like this the cold air made her wish she was elsewhere.

Aisling watched as Faeon blew a small stream of fire into the campfire. She felt him sniffing her hair, before laying his head down next to her. He was so big now, the 100 years of growth made him larger than the ancient trees in the Du Weldenvarden, his head was already almost as long as she was. She closed her eyes before reaching into her pack and pulling out a bit of bread. She slowly ate it as she watched Faeon watching the fire.

I like this place, Aisling, it’s just pure wilderness. Lovely wilderness,[/b][/color] Faeon said to her, golden eyes blinking lazily.

“It truly is. Though to be honest I do prefer the desert,” she said, brushing her white hair out of her face, “It’s much warmer.”

You pointy-eared folk do have thin blood,[/b][/color] the dragon huffed, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

Aisling just laughed, her beautiful somewhat eire laugh. The white dragon twitched at the sound. It seemed to ring through the forest, she had figured that the dragon had gotten used to her laugh by now. But it definitely had changed since the Fall. It was no longer happy, but more bitter and acidic. That’s why Faeon always twinge at her laugh. He could hear the pain in it.

“Perhaps after we are done with are business in Farthen Dur, we can return here on our way back to Silthirm, eh?” Aisling said, with a yawn as she nestled in to the white dragon’s chest.

You wish to return home?[/b][/color]

“I feel like I owe my parents that much, to know that I am still living,” she said softly as finished the last bit of bread.

Sleep, Aisling,[/b][/color] Faeon said, humming, I will keep watch.[/b][/color]

Aisling simply nodded before laying down next to his massive chest. Her eye lids soon closed with the heaviness of sleep. She could still hear the humming of her dragon partner as sleep soon over took her.

((Anyone is welcome to post. Just do something to wake her up and it’ll all begin ))

[shinska]

The night was chilling. Safyer needed a place to stay for the night and she didn't know where to stop. It was already too late to light a fire and she needed warmth. She had Nyx fly above her as Safyer rode on the back of a mare she had bought. Suddenly light appeared ahead. Be cautious Nyx. I spy a fire.

I will Safyer. YOU be careful.[/color]

Safyer nudged the horse forward and the horse began getting skittish. The horse was only like that when another dragon was around that WASN'T Nyx. Safyer got off the horse and called out, "Hello? Anyone there?" A rush of wind and Nyx was beside her. "Another dragon," she whispered to the silvery blue female.

Nyx snorted and let her teeth show. Let me at them. I will kill at the Empire scum![/color]

Hush! For all we know the dragon belongs to the Varden or is another neutral like us. Don't assume. Sadfyer stepped forward with bare hands. "I don't mean any harm."

The night air was getting colder and Safyer knew she needed the warmth. Sometimes sleeping with her dragon didn't help. "I was wondering do you mind if I shared the fire with you?" She kept quiet about Nyx. Not many people accepted dragons and if Nyx was right and this was an Empire dragon they couldn't afford any chances.

Safyer stepped into the firelight and stared in the golden eyes of a dragon. She nodded to him and beckoned into the shadows. Nyx stepped out. The silvery blue dragon sent greetings to the older dragon. Greetings. I am Nyx and this is my rider.[/color] She indicated to Safyer and waited.

[madge]

Ty and Xion flew through the spine without much thought. The massive dragon had just ended his hunt, and was on his way back to Carvahall to rest for the night. Ty allowed himself the luxury to lean back, his gaze on the stars. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were dull. He continued seeing horrific images which clouded his mind. Xion roared as he picked up the presence of two other dragons. Smoke emptied from the dragon's nostrils as they paused, hoovering in mid air. Ty threw himself forward as he unsheathed his sword, glancing around.

"It's the same smell that drenched Zane after the battle of Belatona." Xion roared, his massive head turning side to side as he attempted to catch sight of the culprit.
Ty whispered to himself " Eyreya, Kopa." The spells were used to increase his vision, as well as his hearing. He finally spotted a disturbance in the woods, however, he was unsure of who it was. It was the sound of laughter, and it felt as if it rang out through the forest. Xion roared once more, and dove towards the area in which the laughter was aroused. The red dragon landed with a dull thud, allowing Ty to dismount quickly. The Red rider jumped from his saddle, landing gracefully. He looked up, only to catch sight of the massive white dragon, and his rider. "you..you're the one that inflicted pain upon Zane and Calen." Ty said, his voice dark. Normally he wouldn't be so eager to fight. But it couldn't be helped, his mind had been tainted, and all he saw was death. He lifted his sword to his waist as he surveyed the two. The dragon was much bigger then Xion, and no doubt the other rider had much more experience when it came to fighting. He didn't care though, he wouldn't back down, even if it killed him.

[colm]

At the battle Colm had caught sight of a familiar White Dragon, dragons were unique, so there was no doubt in his mind that the Dragon he had seen was Faeon, it had been quite some time since Colm had seen Faeon and Aisling, he'd left home the day after they had returned, and when he heard that they had left the forest, he'd assumed they had gone to fight the Black King, and died. Colm was half excited to know they were alive and half terrified. If the duo had returned home since his father died, five years ago then they'd know of his shame, they'd know that he denied his responsibilities for a life of freedom and adventure. He would not stand for a lecture about responsibility. But he needed a master, with Arrung in his backpack, Colm needed to learn how to be a Rider, like it or not he had responsibility now, which he couldn't escape.

Colm watched the duo, for it was indeed them as they made camp and prepared for the night. The Red shadow crept towards the camp, and just as he was about to enter the light another Dragon landed, Colm was put off, the other dragon was unknown to him, and if this was an Empire Dragon, his face would give him away as a wanted criminal, and with a new dragon, and he wouldn't be able to escape, and the empire would be after him. But it was too late, from where he was standing Colm was sure Aisling could see him.

[Aisling]

Aisling was awoken, by Faeon shifting his weight, and saying to her, Someone is approaching,[/b][/color] his deep voice boomed in her head. The white haired elf immediately rose from place next to Faeon. The white dragon lifted his lumbering form, watching the movement from the forest. Both he and Aisling sensed the mind of a dragon nearby. it was so distinct that they almost were shocked when, out of the forest came a human woman, with long black hair, walking in bare handed. Aisling eyed the young girl suspiciously. She didn’t trust those who emerged from the darkness, in such a way as she. But she could tell that she was harmless, not really much of a threat to her and Faeon. She merely wanted to share the fire. The Rider of old looked at her dragon.

She seem’s honest enough. I doubt her intentions are malicious, she said to her dragon.

Do what you deem fit,[/b][/color] The White Dragon responded, still watching the girl.

Aisling simply smiled at the girl. The fire had died a little, but that was nothing she couldn’t fix. Brisngr, she thought and slowly she allowed the magic to flow back into the fire. The white flame, really seemed to make the golden tattoo’s on her face pop out. She tossed her hair and said to the girl, “You are welcome to share my fire with me, human.”

Faeon sniffed the stranger for a moment, before reaching out his mind to hers, Where is your dragon, Rider?[/b][/color]

As if answering his question, a silvery blue dragon emerged from forest. Aisling and Faeon both inclined their heads. The elf rider twisted her hands in a sign of respect, before saying, “Well met, Nyx and her rider.”

Aisling immediately lifted her head the sky, and drew her sword. She smelt the smell of the Empire flying in the sky. Faeon growled lowly, as the Empire Red rider emerged into sight. The elf was in no mood to fight, but she could sense the man’s taste for vengeance. Her suspicion was true when he mentioned the names of Calen and Zane. She figured those were the names of the rider and dragon she fought back in Belatona and wounded, She sighed, she hadn’t meant to hurt the girl so much, but she had to do what she had to so to survive. She looked at the Empire rider and said solemnly, “Ono ach neiat threyja eom verrunsmal edtha, (You do not want to fight me).”

Then a fimilar face caught her eye. It was Colm, a childhood friend of hers. She blinked in surprise, she had figured that he had run off when she saw that he had not taken his father’s place, but she was shocked to see him here. She figured he would be out wandering about in cities, not in the forest. She dared not reach out and communicate with him with her mind, she had to focus on the red rider before her.

[madge]

“Ono ach neiat threyja eom verrunsmal edtha" Ty chuckled darkly, His sword still clenched in his fist. "Ya, maybe you're right. MAYBE, there's still an ounce of who I once was, that doesn't want to fight. MAYBE, there's still a part of me untainted from the Empire who wants to fly free and escape the madness of this world, and Maybe, there's still a part of me who seeks revenge against this bloody war." He said, his eyes hung low. "But that doesn't change the fact, that you almost killed the only person on this earth that I actually enjoy being with." His words sounded more crisp, and anger filled his words.

He ignored the other new born rider, and continued his gaze. His eyes were a dull blue, and his eyes were surrounded by a black smudge. No doubt from the troublesome images that the rider was forced to watch every second of his life. His eyes narrowed as Xion spoke. "No Ty, this is wrong. Your mind might be altered, but mine isn't. She's done nothing wrong." Xion roared, his words proud, yet disappointed. Ty lifted his head, turning to Xion. Horror had haunted Ty for well over a month now, and he was on the verge of mental exhaustion. "I-I'm sorry Xion" commented Ty, his words heavy with sorrow. However, his emotion would soon be once more sealed, and he would look upon the white Rider with intensity.

He approached the rider, however kept cautious of his surroundings. It was at this moment, that Ty's eyes would close, the rider falling to the ground with a soft thud, his sword landing in the dirt just next to his side. He threw his hands to his head as he tried to combat the visions, but it was no use. Xion watched in horror, Roaring violently as he stood by helpless, unable to help his precious Rider. Ty was oblivious to all senses, the only thing he could potentially see, being the horrific images in which Murtagh had branded The red rider with. A heavy sweat broke out across the young man's face, and he soon feinted, loosing the required energy he needed to fight off the visions. Xion approached his rider, nudging Ty in the stomach, but it was of no use. It was almost as if the Rider was in some type of comma, unable to awake. Xion hated the mere thought, but he soon reached out, in attempts of contacting the elven rider. "Please, PLEASE help my rider. He's not been his loving, caring self ever sense Murtagh attacked his mind soo brutally."

[Aisling]

Aisling frowned deeply, at his angered filled words. She knew deep down were he was coming from, a mixture of a tainted mind and the fear of loss. The elf had felt the same way after Iliera, all she wanted after that was revenge. But at what cost? She had learned much in her wanderings, things that the young empire rider had just yet to learn. But he has learned what it was like to almost lose someone, but his judgement was clouded, and still had much to learn. But when she looked into his eyes, she could see something not right in his eyes.Still she felt remorse for what she had done.

“I’m sorry, but I had no choice,” she said calmly. She kept her own emotion subdues, for if two people were angry nothing good happened.

He is weak, Aisling, he could be defeated quickly if you deem, that we should,[/b][/color] Faeon said to her, his voice also calm and indifferent. Neither of them was in the mood to fight.

The white haired elf held her ground though, as the other rider approached. If he harmed her than she would fight back. But then she saw the look of suffering cross his face, and she watched in horror as he collapsed on the ground.

What is going on![/b][/color] Faeon bellowed, staring at the fallen rider with strange disbelief.

Aisling felt the mind of the Red dragon cross her’s, as he asked for her help. Aisling nodded and replied, I will do what I can.

SHe knelt beside him, white hair covered her face as she bent down and examined him. There seemed to be no physical injury, but she had already known that. She just need to look with her own eyes. She placed her hands gently on his forehead, before delving into his conscious, gently weaving her way through his mental barriers.

[Harek]

Harek slowly trekked his way across the mountainous wilderness of the Spine, a veil of darkness enveloping him in every direction. The darkness would have blinded anyone new to the mountains, but having lived in them his whole life, his body was adapted for such things.

A gust of wind suddenly burst forth from the darkness, brushing against his skin and chilling him to the bone. Shivering slightly, he walked over to a near-by tree and gathered some pine cones off of the ground, placing each of them in a neat pile before him. Lifting his hand up to the cones, he placed his palm upon them and muttered "Brisingr", drawing upon the last reserves of energy stored within the saphires at his belt and around his neck. To his dismay, however, the fire only sparks up for a few moments and then disperses, the level of energy he had placed into the spell having limited its power.

Cursing under his breath, he pulled himself off of his knee and began to extend his mind to the life around him, brushing against the consciousnesses of all the living things that were scattered about the forest. Picking several youthful plants and animals, he quickly drained them of their lifeforce and stored them within his gems, killing them in the process. If he were younger, he would have cringed at the prospect of killing an animal, but then again, better them then him.

His stores now fully restored, he begins to feel the presence of several seemingly intelligent beings near-by. Curious, he abandons his fire and begins to hike in their direction. Slowly, the light of their fire begins to come into view.....As well as several hulking monsters.

Taken aback by the sudden appearance of dragons, he hesitates for a moment, staring at them cautiously, hoping to avoid detection. Suddenly noticing a man in apparent pain, he drops all attempts at being cautious and rushes over to him, quickly disregarding the other human and the elf standing near-by.

Placing his hand out to the cringing man, he mutters under his breath "Brakka du Rauthr". Unable to remember the word for pain, he replaces it with "Rauthr", or misfortune. Relinquishing the energy that he had just obtained, he looks down at the man and awaits his response to the spell he had just released.

(Hi guys. I just got accepted a few hours ago, and this is my first attempt at rping on the forum)

[colm]

Colm watched as the scene around him unfolded. Aisling greeted the first rider to appear in a friendly manor. For a moment he locked eyes with his old friend, just as she was adressed by a very angry red rider, and empire rider. Colm placed a hand on his sword, Nángoröth, he knew Aisling could take care of herself, but Colm still wanted to help her. Colm's muscles tensed like a cat's prepared to pounce, his unique silver eyes piercing the red riders back. Colm waited and listened as the red rider told his story, apparently Aisling had hurt someone he loved. To him it didn't sound right, or at least he doubted Aisling would do anything out of malice, she wouldn't kill someone without reason.

With Nángoröth unsheathed, Colm rushed over to Aisling's side, the red and green blade ready for battle, but then the strangest thing happened, the rider just collapsed. Colm shot a confused look towards his friend, it was good to see her up close again. Riders didn't usually go from threatening people, to passing out, it didn't make for a believable threat. Colm's first thought was that the boy had foolishly wasted his own energy stores, many a novice had made that mistake. Colm lowered his sword, ”Abhaillí-Elda, what's wrong with him?” Colm inclined his head in respect to his old friend, and her great white dragon, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed his own kind until now. Standing side by side with his old friend the white rider, just felt so natural Aisling had been the reason he'd wanted to be a rider, he had never even thought of it until she was selected, now staring at three dragons, Colm remembered why he had wanted to be a rider, and now he was one. "Look at all those dragons, I never thought I'd see so many" Arrung's voice squeaked out for everyone's minds to hear, the young dragon hadn't grasped the importance of keep ing his mind silent yet.

A fifth person emerged from the woods, a human, they all tended to blur together to Colm. The man uttered a crude pain removal spell, Colm shuttered at the lack of grammar and specificity in it, no wonder human magicians were so much weaker, they liked finesse. ”Kvetha eru ono ai fricai, (Greetings are you a friend)” If the man replied in the ancient language then Colm would know he was telling the truth and would lower his weapon but for now he would keep Nángoröth at the ready.

[madge]

(Not much i can really post, so I'll just post a quick little bit)

Ty's mental barriers lowered as the elf traveled In. No doubt thanks to the help of Xion as he comforted his Rider. The Red dragon continued talking to the sub conscious of the Red rider, calling the white rider a friend. With that, his mind was open to just about anyone who tried to enter.

The first layer of his mind, was nothing more then brutish visions, murders and massacres. Civilians screamed, and death reined down upon anyone who appeared in the visions.

The second layer was surrounded by a barrier which fought to hold out his emotions, very crude and often powerful.

The final and third layer, was who Ty really was. His emotions flowed like a river, and his memories revealed those he loved. It revealed his dreams of peace, and every single memory of Xion, Zane, and Calen. The memories also included the deceit and lies that Galbatorix had spewed forth, and revealed Ty's personality as a whole. He was a bright, kind young man who often sought out the answers to life. He was very warm, caring. It would be a great curiosity to those who reached the third level, for why would someone so pure, belong with the empire?

[Harek]

Harek slowly watched as his spell apparently had little affect and quickly dropped the magic, his gathered stores of energy having been almost completely depleted. Hearing a jumble of words in the Ancient Language, he quickly turns around and finds himself Face-to-Face with an Elf.

”Kvetha eru ono ai fricai, (Greetings are you a friend)”

The man having spoken in the Ancient Language, Harek decided that it was only fair that he did so himself. Searching his memories for the correct words, he pulls together a crude sentence and hesitantly begins to speak, eyeing the others with a certain level of distrust."Eka......Ai......Fricai" he muttered slowly, doing his best to pronounce the sentence correctly.

Having heard no such promise from that of the Dragon rider before him, he quickly began pulling up his mental barriers, focusing on a single line in the Ancient Language to keep his mind from wandering, as well as having muttered it out loud a few times. "Ono ach neiat threyja eom verrunsmal edtha, Alfa" It wasn't exactly a lie because he was unsure of whether or not the man really intended him harm.

"I made my vow, you make yours." He muttered, keeping his mental barriers up in preparation of the case that he was assaulted, though his attempts were feeble because his mind wandered every few seconds to the three gigantic beasts standing only feet away from him.

(Not the best, but whatever. This is just something I pulled together quickly)

[Aisling]

As Aisling entered the mind of the rider before her she learned many things. His name was Ty and his dragon’s name was Xion, he was in love with the girl that she had wounded in Belatona, which explained his crazy tirade earlier. But the elf also sensed that his mind had been tampered with, that someone had brutlized to the point were no free thought or emotion could exist, except for the thoughts of the girl named Zane. She must be quite special, the elf thought to herself, before continung. She saw the images that the son of Morzan had placed in his head. They were cruel, and even made the Rider of Old, twitch uneasily. She had seen horrors in her life, but none had been so harshly implanted in her mind. She frowned, this boy was so pure and innocent, but tortured so cruelly.

With a deep breath, the white haired elf surrounded his concious with her own, melding it with hers. She soothed the torrents of emotion with her own calm nature as her mind sang to it with ancient elven songs. Her thoughts began to chant harmonously, saying, “Sé mor'ranr ono finna, Shur'tugal. (may you find peace rider) Namar fra onr manin rauthr.(And banish misfortune your heart) sé mor'ranr lífa ono un risa chetowä.
(May peace live in you and rise with the morning.)

With that Aisling realeased her hold on his mind and gently, moved out slowly. She felt the shifting of his concious to a peaceful state, she smiled at her work, she was brilliant.

Will he be all right?[/b] Faeon asked her, sniffing Ty.

“Yes, I hope so.”

[shinska]

Things became really busy and Safyer was now crouching away. She didn't like that many people around and one of them seemed to be from the Empire the way the elf and her dragon were behaving. We'd best disappear Nyx. We cannot afford the Empire to a hold of us.

Nyx sent calming thoughts to her rider. Easy Safyer. Let us see what happens.[/color] Words were exchanged as more people arrived. Nyx was curious, but Safyer was extremely distant. She disappeared into the shadows, but didn't go far. It seemed that until those allied with the Empire left she would be sleeping in the darkness... again.

Rustling noises started up and Nyx settled herself around her rider. I will protect you Safyer. Do not worry. Get comfortable and I will let you know when all is safe.[/color] The silvery blue dragon laid on the ground and then put a wing over Safyer when the young woman curled up against Nyx's side.

The Empire would not sway Safyer and she made sure of that. After her family's murders Safyer had been on the run. The Empire knew that Safyer was part of the family that they killed, but so far they had yet to actually capture her. With Nyx her chances of avoiding the Empire were much easier. A dragon did everything they could to protect her rider and Safyer was now better situated with her life. The woman was afraid of the Empire and having Nyx was both a blessing and a curse. Nyx was a blessing because the silvery blue female could help protect Safyer and she was a curse because Safyer was now deeper into the Empire's clutches.

Nyx made soothing noises. Hush my Safyer. All will be well. You will see.[/color] She raised her wing and gently nuzzled her rider and letting out a gentle breath. Safyer knew that as long as she and Nyx were together Safyer had a family.

[madge]

The red rider's panic died down, and soon Xion exhaled the air with comfort. The massive dragon approached the elf, and lowered his snout to her forehead. He brushed against her temple gently, and then returned to his original position. The dragon was unbelievably noble, and gentle. His majestic voice would ring out through the minds of all who stood near. " Thank you Vinr Älfakyn Wiol pömnuria ilian. You've cured the miserable disease which plagued his mind. Maybe now, he will return to his former self. The man that I chose to be my rider." (translation: Elf friend for my happiness.) The Dragon lowered his head, nudging Ty in stomach playfully as he tried to awaken his rider.

Ty's eyes slowly opened, his once dull eyes now bright as the stars. He looked around, before breaking out into a light chuckle. "Xion, haha, stop it! That tickles" He yelped playfully. Soon however, the rider would freeze, noticing the other presences and the fact that his visions had dispersed. His face hardened for a few seconds as he noticed the white dragon and the elf. He also noticed a human who stood near by, and in the back of his mind, he could feel another presence just near the camp's boundaries.

"That elf just rescued you from the darkness which enveloped your mind. You owe her just as much as I do." Xion said, his voice calm yet full of happiness. Ty pushed himself up, leaving the sword face down in the dirt. " Thank you Vinr Älfakyn." commented Ty as he bowed in presence of the white rider. He turned from her however, and ran over to Xion, taking a hold of his companion's neck as he hugged the red one. "Thank you too Xion, you're truly the best thing to have ever happened to me."

[colm]

Colm chided the young dragon within his mind, he knew his own wards would keep others from hearing their thoughts, but Arrung was still young and needed to learn to protect his mind. Finally the dragon agreed to keep quiet unless it was important, until his rider had determined they were safe to speak freely. Colm watched as Aisling healed the boy, despite the fact that he had tried to kill her, she had put aside all that to save his life, Colm was proud of his friend, and part of him wished he could be that kind. The fifth man responded to Colm's question with a statement in the Ancient Langage, Colm responded in kind, "Mor'ranr eka weohnata néiat haina ono. Un ono Shur'tugal?" (Peace I will not harm you. And you dragon rider?) Colm sheathed Nángoröth, though the red rider had not yet answered his question, Colm could tell from his gratitude, that he was just glad to be safe, to be alive, to be free of whatever was effecting him.

Colm smiled at his old friend, "Aisling so long it has been since last I saw you, it is good to see a friendly face, one of mine own people here, five years I have gone without seeing another of our kind. Before I saw you at the battle I would have thought you were dead." It felt splendid to be with his old friend again, it had been years, but for Elves the time had been nothing, Elves lived so long that years seemed to blur together. Colm looked to the others, he was being rude he realized. "Sorry I'm being rude, my name is Colm Argetauga" Colm didn't need to say anything else, he wasn't making a family, or friends, he was just here to see the his friend, everyone else didn't matter to him.

[Harek]

"Mor'ranr eka weohnata néiat haina ono. Un ono Shur'tugal?"

A few of the words were alien to Harek, his knowledge of the ancient language limited to the books he held and whatever his father had taught him. Getting the jist of what the man was asking, however, he quickly replied in his own language.

"Dragon Rider........? N-No.....I'm just a man from Therninsford. I started traversing the Spine when my father died, about a week ago."

Then, dropping the mental barriers he had worked so hard to pull together, he took a quick look at the dragons and people around him. In his reckoning they were a strange group of people. Turning, he noticed that the man that was formerly in a sort of pain had fully recovered and was now on two feet.

Feeling he was no-longer needed, Harek turned away from the collection of riders and sat down by the fire, still exhausted from his earlier magic. Sending his mind spiraling outwards, he brushes against the consciousnesses of several birds and small animals scattered about the surrounding woodland. He then began to draw the energy and life force out of them, weakening them to the point of death as he stored their energies within the gems that he stored around his neck and waist.

His stores of energy now completely replenished, he pulled his pack off his back and set it on the ground next to him, careful not to damage the contents inside. Rather then relax, as he would have done under normal circumstances, he found himself staring up at the nearest dragon(which happened to be the large white one), with a feeling of fear and unrest. He had rarely even heard of the dragons, much less seen one, and the hulking figure of the beast unsettled him.

[Aisling]

Your quite welome,Skulblaka, Aisling said to Xion, bowing her head in respect. She was a bit tired from her work in the man's mind, but that was nothing a few of rest wouldn't cure. She leaned against Faeon's wide chest as Ty bowed and thanked her. The white rider just smiled and bowed in return.

"You are quite welcome, Ty," she said softly, "nothing is more cruel than warping the mind of someone as pure as you. Remember that you are pure and the darkness will never overcome you."

A wise thing to say, my rider, Faeon said to her touch his snout to her forehead.

Aisling grinned a bit when she saw her old friend Colm. She was curious when they would meet again. She twisted her hands in the traditional elven greeting and said, "Atra esterní ono thelduin (may good forturne rule over you)"

When he did not compete the greeting she was a little shocked, but yet she found it quite refreshing.

"I see you have been wandering and getting into trouble?" she said with a sly smile, "I see you have found yourself a hatchling."

Out of the blue came a human, who had wandered toward FAeon. Faeon snorted and sniffed the human, before touching his mind with his.

And who might you be? he asked, his voice deep and powerful.

[Harek]

And who might you be? he asked, his voice deep and powerful

The sudden intrusion upon his mind panicked Harek, and he began to worry that he was under attack. He quickly pulled up his mental barriers once again in an attempt to push the dragon out, his body going completely ridged as he begun the mental battle.

Taking the offensive, he quickly sent his mind outwards and began battering against the Dragon's consciousness, lashing out as if his mind was a sword. Suddenly remembering his training, he quickly stopped battering against the dragon's mind and began an attempt to reach around the Dragon's mind and grasp it, working to hold it in place so that he could slowly worm his way through and gain control over his opponent.

For a few moments, this continued as he failed to take control of the older creatures' stronger, and wiser mind. Becoming more and more worried at his attempts to defend himself, he quickly began to stretch his attacking consciousness out, similar to how dough would stretch if pulled from the sides. Then, twisting his mental attack around the dragon's mind, he attempted to squeeze it similar to how a Boa constrictor would incapacitate his prey. Though his ability with magic was limited by that of his knowledge of the ancient language and to the energy his weakened heart would allow him to expend, he had always considered mental battles to be his strong suit.

[Aisling]

Faeon's POV

Faeon growled fiercely as the human, fought against his mind. Who did this two legged think he is? Was he not wise enough to know ot to try and attack one as fierce-of-claw-and-tooth as he. He felt his partner-of-mind-and-soul, Aisling, twitch with anger. She had sensed the human's attach as well, but she stood back, knowing that the white dragon would handle it.

Faeon simply held his barrier's as the human tried his best to over whelm him. He almost would've laughed at his attempts had he not seen them as pathetic. He lifted one mighty clawed foot and pushed him to the ground, pinning him with his fierce talons. He brought his mighty snapping jaw just inches to his face, about to snap right through flesh-and-bone, when he felt the fimilar touch of Aisling.

Do not harm him. He was merely reacting out of instinct, she said to him through their mind link. He did not respond but merely watched as his rider strode up to the pinned man and drew her white bladed sword, pointing it at the man's throat.

"Now, I shall ask the questions," she said her voice oddly emotionless. Faeon was always taken aback when his partner-of-mind-and-soul used such a tone. It just wasn't in her nature.

"You will tell us who you are, or you will suffer the consequences. And I assure you. I am not as kind as I may appear."

[Harek]

As the dragon pinned him down with his talons, Harek instantly lost his concentration, and along with it, his attack on the beast's mind. Staring up at the creatures jaws, he closed his eyes and awaited the worst when suddenly, the elf woman that was formerly caring for the man earlier, spoke to him. As she spoke, he felt that he had caught a bit of irritation as she spoke, though she did her best to conceal it.

"You will tell us who you are, or you will suffer the consequences. And I assure you. I am not as kind as I may appear."

At this, Harek opened his eyes and turned his head towards the woman's face and looked her in the eye. A great deal of fear shown on his face as he resisted the urge to use magic in an attempt to escape. Taking a moment to regain his senses, he searched his mind for his words of choice in speaking to the elf. Satisfied with the oath he was about to make, he stutters out a few quick lines in the Ancient language, his grammar broken, and in some places, his pronunciation flawed.

"Eka weohnata neiat haina ono, Alfa." Then, unable to think of how to speak the next line in the Ancient Language, he spoke it in the language of man, hoping she would trust his word. "My name is Harek and I am a magician born and raised in Therninsford...Your dragon already had me on edge....And when he entered my mind, I acted instinctively and out of fear." Then, as if to emphasize what he had said, he once again repeated his first line.

Taking a few deep breaths, he once again looked up into the eyes of the dragon and fear shot through him once again, the sight of its fangs and the smell of its breath completely immobilizing him. Though he was considered of age, at 16, he was still young and much of the bravery that a man was meant to have had not yet wormed its way in. In fact, his lack of battle and hunting experience has prolonged his complete maturation.